Yerig gave Sabine a single pat on the back. "Okay, but remember what I said. Don't let yourself suffer alone."

The Nord moved a few feet away, though he still remained close to Sabine. He took a moment to glance towards the beach, but Do'rhajul was still nowhere within sight, and Yerig was not precisely sure where he had gone. With the current state of his two companions, Yerig had a hard time determining if every little action had some kind of terrible cause to it, or if it was nothing to be concerned about. 

Once more, there was an extended, awkward silence between them. The fact that he did not know if Sabine was normally sociable or not did not help Yerig. At least with Do'rhajul, he knew for sure that he was acting unusually. "So...if we have to kill a dragon, what do you think your clan will think about that. I mean, you're hunters, right? I can't think of more impressive prey than that. Not to mention that, if we're successful, you'll also be coming back with that axe you've been looking for. They would have to admire those kinds of accomplishments."